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Lewis marry Blanch! O, boy, then where art thou?! K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause France friend with England! what becomes or To curse the fair proceedings of this day:

Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Fellow, be gone; I cannot brook thy sight; Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit, This news hath made thee a most ugly man. Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and

Sal. What other harm have I, good lady, done, tried, But spoke the harm that is by others done? Proves valueless: You are forsworn, forsworn;

Const. Which harm within itself so heinous is, You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, As it makes harmful all that speak of it.

But now in arms you strengthen it with yours: Arth. I do beseech you, madam, be content. The grappling vigour and rough frown of war, Const. If thou, that bid'st me bc content, wert Is cold in amity and painted peace, grim,

And our oppression hath made up this league:Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless' stains,

kings! Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, 2 A widow cries; be husband to


heavens ! Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, Let not the hours of this ungodly day I would not care, I then would be content ; Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Set armed discord'twixt these perjur'd kings! Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown. Hear me, O, hcar me! But thou art fair ; and at thy birth, dear boy! Aust.

Lady Constance, peace. Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great: Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose: but fortune, 0 ! O Lymoges! O Austria ! thou dost shame She is corrupted, chang'd, and won from thee; Thai bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thor She adulterates hourly with thine uncle John ;

coward; And with her golden hand hath pluck'd on France Thou little valiant, great in villany! To trcad down (air respect of sovereignty, Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! And made his majesty the bawd to theirs. Thou fortune's chainpion, that dost never fight France is a bawd to fortune, and king John; But when her humorous ladyship is by. That strumpet fortune, that usurping John: To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd too, Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworu ? And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou, Envenom him with words; or get thee gone, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, And leave those woes alone, which I alone Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Am bound to under-bear.

Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Sal.

Pardon me, madam, Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend I may not go without you to the kings.

Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? Const. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? thee:

Thou wear a lion's hide! doffs it for shame, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;

And hang a call's-skin on those recreant liibs, For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. Aust. O, that a man should speak those words To me, and lo the state of my great gries,

to me! Let kings assemble ; for my griet's so great, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant That no supporter but the huge firm earth

limbs. Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;

Aust. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Bast. And hang a call's-skin on those recreant (She throws herself on the ground.


K. John. We like not this; thou dost forget Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch,

thyself. Elinor, Bastard, Austria, and allendants. K. Phi. "Tis true, fair daughter; and this bless

Enter Pandulph. ed day,

K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope Ever in France shall be kept festival:

Pand. Hail, you anointed deputies of heaven To solemnizc this day, the glorious sun

To thee, king John, my holy errand is. Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist; I Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, Turning, with splendour of his precious eye, And from pope Innocent the legate here, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold: Do, in his name, religiously demand, The yearly course, that brings this day about, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, Shall never see it but a holyday.

So villully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday!- Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop

(Rising. or Canterbury, from that holy see? What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it done; This, in our 'lorcsaid holy father's name, That it in golden letters should be set,

Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. Among the high tides, in the kalendar ?

k. John. What earthly name to interrogatorica Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; Can task the free breath of a sacred king?

This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name
Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous,
Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, To charge me to an answer, as the pope.
Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England.
But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; Add thus much more,-That no Italian priest
No bargains break, that are not this day made : Shall tithe or toll in our dominions;
This day all things begun come to ill end; But as we under heaven are supreme head,
Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! So, under him, that great supremacy,
W) Unsightly. (2) Portentous, (3) Seated in state. (4) Solemn seasons.

(5) Do oft,


Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, That need must needs infer this principle, Without thc assistance of a morial hand: That saith would live again by death of need; So tell the pope; all reverence set apart,

0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; To him, and his usurp'd authority.

Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in K. John. The king is mov'd, and answers not this.

to this, K. John. Though you, and all the kings of Const. 0, be remov'd from him, and answer well. Christendom,

Just. Do so, king Philip; hang no more in doubt. Arc led so grossly by this mcddling priest,

Bast. Hang nothing but a call's-skin, most sweet Dreading the curse that money may buy out;

lout, And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust,

K. Phi. I am perplex'd, and know not what to say, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man,

Pand. What can'st thou say, but will perplex Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself:

thee more, Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, Ir thou stand excommunicate, and curs'd ? This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish;

K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person Yet I, alone, alone do me opposc

yours, Against the pope, and count his friends my focs. And tell me, how you would bestow yourself.

Pund. Then, by the lawful power that I have, This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
Thou shalt stand curs'd, and excommunicate : And the conjunction of our inward souls
And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt

Married in league, coupled and link'd together From his allegiance to a heretic;

With all religious strength of sacred vows; And meritorious shall that land be callid, The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint,

Was deep-sworn faith, peace, anity, true love, That takes away by any secret course

Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves; Thy hateful life.

And even before this truce, but new before, Const, 0, lawsul let it be,

No longer than we well could wash our hands, That I havc room with Rome to curscú while! To clap this royal bargain up of peace;Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen,

Heaven knows, they were besmcard and overTo my kcen curses ; for, without my wrong,

stain'd There is no longue hath power to curse him right. With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my The fearful difference of incensed kings:

And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, Const. And for mine too; when law can do no So newly join'd in love, so strong in both, right,

Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet ?? Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong:

Play fast and loose with faith? so jest with heaven, Law cannot give my child his kingdom here; Make such unconstant children of ourselves, For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the laiv: As now again to snatch our palm from palm; Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong, Unswear faith sworn; and on the marriage bed How can the law forbid my tongue to curse? Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,

Panil. Philip of France, on peril of a curse, And make a riot on the gentle brow
the hand of that arch-heretic;

Of true sincerity ? O holy sir,
And raise the power of France upon his head, My reverend father, let it not be so :
Unless he do submit himself to Rome.

Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose Eli. Look'st thou pale, France ? do not let go Some gentle order; and then we shall be blessid thy hand.

To do your pleasure, and continue friends. Cor:st. Look to that, devil! lest that France Pand. All form is formless, order orderless, repent,

Save what is opposite to England's love. And, by disjoining hands, hell losc a soul. Therefore, to arins! be champion of our church!

Hust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, Bast. And hang a call's-skin on his recrcant A mother's curse, on her revolting son. limbs.

France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue, Just. Well, rusijan, I must pocket up these A cased lion by the mortal paw, wrongs,

A fasting liger safer by the tooth, Because

Than kecp in peace that hand which thou dost hold. Bast. Your broeches best may carry them. K. Phi. I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the car- Pand. So mak’st ihou faith an enemy to faith; dinal?

And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal? Thy tongue against thy tongue. 0, let'thy vov

Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference First made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd; Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome, That is, to be the champion of our church ! Or the light loss of England for a friend : What since thou swor’st, is sworn against thysell Forego the easier.

And may not be performed by thyself: Blanch.

That's the curse of Rome. For that, which thou hast sworn to do amiss, Const. 0 Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts Is not amiss when it is truly done; thee here,

And being not done, where doing tends to ill, In likeness of a new untrimmed' bride.

The truth is then most done not doing it : Blanch. The lady Constance spcaks not from The better act of purposes mistook her faith,

Is, to mistake again, though indirect, But from her need.

Yet indirection thereby grows direct, Const. 0, if thou grant my need,

And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Which only lives but by the death of faith, Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd.

It is religion, that doth make vows kept ; (1) When unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.' Thomson's Autumn, 206.1

(2) Exchange of salutation.

But thou hast #worn against religion ;

France, I ain burn'd up with inflaming wrath; By what thou swear'st, againet the thing thou A rage, whose heat hath this condition, swear'sti,

That nothing can allay, nothing out blooil, And mak'st an oain the surety for thy truth The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure K. Phi. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou To swcar, swear only not to be forsworn;

shalt turn Else, what a mockery should it be to swear! To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: But thou dost swear only to be lorsworn; Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. And most forsworn, to keep what thou dost swear. K. John. No more than he that threats. To Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,

arms let's hic !

(Ereunt. Is in thyself rebellion to thyself:

SCENE II.-The same. Plains near Angiers. And better conquest never canst thou make, Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts

Alurums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with

Austria's head. Against those giddy loose suggestions : Upon which better part our prayers come in, Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wonIlthou vouchsafe them; but, if not, then know,

drous hot; The peril of our curses light on thee;

Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, And pours down mischief. Austrii's head lie there;
But, in despair, die under their black weight. While Philip breathes.

Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion !

Will’t not be?

Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. Will not a call's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? K. John. Hubert, keep this boy:-Philip, make Leto. Father, to arms !


Upon thy wedding day ? My mother is assailed in our tent,
Against the blood that thou hast married ? And ta'en, I fear.
What, shall our seast be kept with slaughter'd men ?


My lord, I rescu'd her; Shall Íraying trumpets, and loud churlish drums, - Her highness is in safety, fear you not; Clamours of hell-be measures to our pomp?

But on, my liege: for very little pains O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new

Will bring this labour lo a happy end. [Exeunt. Is husband in my mouth!--even for that name,

SCENE III.-The same. Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce,

Aarums ; Excur

sions ; Retreat. Enter King John, Elinor, Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Against mine uncle.

Arthur, the Bastard, llubert, and Lords. Const. 0, upon my knee,

K. John. So shall it be; your grace shall stay Made hard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,


[To Elinor. Thou virtuous dauphin, alter not the doom So strongly guarded. --Cousin, look not sad: Fore-thought by heaven.

[To Arthur. Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will may

As dear be to thee as thy father was. Be stronger with thee than the name of wise? Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. Cons!." That which upholdeth him that thee K. John. Cousin, [To the Bastard.) away for upholds,

England; haste before :
His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour! And, ere our coming, sce thou shake the bags

Lew. I muse, 2 your majesty doth seem so cold, of hourding abbots : angels imprisoned
When such profound respects do pull you on. Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
K. Phi. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall Use our commission in his utmost force.
from thee.

Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive mo
Const. O fair return of banish'd majesty!

Eli. O foul revolt of French inconstancy! When gold and silver becks me to come on.
K. John. France, thou shalt ruc this hour within I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray
this hour.

(If ever I remember to be holy)
Bast. Old time the clock-sctter, that bald sexton For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.

Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin.
Is it as he will ? well then, France shall ruc. K. John.

Coz, farewell. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair

(Eril Bastard. day, adicu!

Eli. Come hither, lit!le kinsman; hark, a word. Which is the side that I must go withal?

(She takes Arthur aside. I am with both : each army hath a hand;

K. John. Come hither, Hubert. O my gentle And, in their rage, I having hold of both,

They whirl asunder, and dismember me. We owe thee inúch; within this wall of Desh
Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; There is a soul, counts thec her creditor,
Uncle, I needs must pray that thou may'st losc ; And with advantage means to pay thy love:
Father, I may not wish ihe fortune thine ; And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose;

Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,
Assured loss, before the match be play'd. But I will fit it with some better time.

Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies. By heaven, Hubert, I am alınost a sham'd
Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my To say what good respect I have of thee,
life dies.

Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty
K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance to- K. John. Good friend, thou hast no causc to say

(Exit Bastard. so yet ; (1) Music for dancing, (2) Wonder,

(3) Force,

(4) Gold coin,

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But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow, Doth want example: Who hath read, or beard,
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. of any kindred action like to this ?
I had a thing to say,-But let it go :

K. Phi. Well could I bear that England had 'The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,

this praise,
Attended with the pleasures of the world, So we could find some pattern of our shame.
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,

Enter Constance.
To give me audience :-If the midnight bell
Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,

Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night;
If this same were a church-yard where we stand, in the vile prison of afflicted breath :-

Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;

I prythee, lady, go away with me. Or if that surly spirit, melancholy,

Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy-thick,

K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,

Constance !
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, Const. No, I defy all counsel, al redress,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,

But that which ends all counsel, true redress, A passion hateful to my purposes ;)

Death, death:40 amiable lovely death! Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,

Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! Hear me without thine ears, and make reply

Arise forth from the couch of lasting night, Without a tongue, using conceita alone,

Thou hate and terror to prosperity, Without eyos, ears, and harmful sound of words; And I will kiss thy détestable bones; Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,

And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts :

And ring these fingers with thy household worms; But ah, I will not :-Yet I love thee well;

And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me 'well. Hub. So well, that what you bid me under-Come, grin on me ; and I will think thou smilst,

And be a carrion monster like thyself : take,

And buss thee as thy wise! Misery's love, Though that my death were adjunct to my act,

O, come to me! By heaven, I'd 'do't.

K. Phi. O fair asfiction, peace. K. John. Do not I know, thou would'st?

Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry:Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye

O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth. On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my then with a passion would I shake the world; friend,

And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, He is a very serpent in my way:

Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

Which scorns a modern invocation. He lies before me: Dost thou understand me!

Pand, Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. Thou art his kceper.

Const, Thou art not holy to belie me so ; Hub.

And I will keep him so, I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine; That he shall not offend your majesty.

My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife; K. John. Death.

Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost :
My lord ?

I am not mad ;-1 would to heaven, I were !
K. John.

A grave.

For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: Hub.

He shall not live. O, if I could, what gries should I forget! K. John.

Enough. Prcach some philosophy to make me mad,
I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee;

And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:
Remember.--Madam, fare you well:

For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,

My reasonable part produces reason I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.

How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Eli. My blessing go with thee!

And teaches me to kill or hang mysell'; K. John.

For Englund, cousin : if I were mad, I should forget my son ; Hubert shall be your man, attend on you

Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he: With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho!

I am not mad; too well, 100 well I feel

(Exeunt. The different plague of each calamity. SCENE IV.- The same. The French king's

K. Phi. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I

note tent. Enter King Philip, Lewis, Pandulph, and attendants.

In the fair multitude of those her hairs !

Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the food, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
A whole armados of convicted' sail

Do glew themselves in sociable grief;
Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship: Like true, inseparable, faithful lores,
Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go Sticking together in calamity.

Consi. To England, if you will.
K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run K. Phi.

Bind up your hairs. so ill ?

Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I do it? Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost? I tore them from their bonds; and cried aloud, Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain ? O that these hands could so redeem my son, And bloody England into England gone, As they have given these hairs their liberty ! O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ? But now I envy at their liberty,

Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: And will again commit them to their bonds, So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Because my poor child is a prisoner.Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, And, father cardinal, I have heard you say,

That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: (1) Showy ornaments. (2) Conception. (3) Joined.

Fleet of war. (5) Overcome. (6) Refuse. (7) Common.

If that be true, I shall see my boy again

Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, Pand. How green are you, and fresh in this old To him that did but yesterday suspire,'

world! There was not such a gracious creature born. John lays you plots; the times conspire with you: But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,

For he, that steeps his safety in true blood, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue. And he will look as hollow as a ghost;

This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;

of all his people, and freeze up their zeal; And so he'll die ; and, rising so again,

That none so small advantage shall step forth, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven, To check his reign, but they will cherish it: I shall not know him: therefore never, never No natural exhalation in the sky, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

No 'scape of nature, no distemper'd day, Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. No common wind, no customed event, Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. But they will pluck away his natural cause, K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's Remembers me of all his gracious parts,

life, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;

But hold himself safe in his prisonment. Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.

Pand. O, sir, when he shall hear of your apFare you well: had you such a loss as I,

proach, I could give better comfort than you do.- If that young Arthur be not gone already, I will not keep this form upon my head,

Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts (Tearing off her head-dress.jor all his people shall revolt from him, When there is such disorder in my wit.

And kiss the lips of unacquainted change; O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my lair son! And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! (Exit. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ; K. Phi. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow

her. And, 0, what better matter breeds for you,

[Erit. Than I have nam’d!—The bastard Faulconbridge Lew. There's nothing in this world, can make is now in England, ransacking the church, me joy:

Offending charity: If but a dozen French Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,

Were there in arms, they would be as a call Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man;

To train ten thousand English to their side ; And bitter shame hath spoild the sweet world's Or, as a little snow, tumbled about, taste,

Anon becomes a mountain. O noble Dauphin, That it yields nought, but shame, and bitterness. Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful, Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,

What may be wrought out of their discontent: Even in the instant of repair and health,

Now that their souls are toplul of offence, The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave, For England go; I will whet on the king. On their departure most of all show evil:

Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let What have you lost by losing of this day?

Lev. All days of glory, joy, and happiness, If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. (Exeunt.

Pand. If you have won it, certainly you had.
No, no: when fortune mcans to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost

In this which he accounts so clearly won :
Are not you grieved, that Arthur is his prisoner ? SCENE 1.-Northampton. A room in the eastle,
Leu. As hcartily, as he is glad he hath nim.

Enter Hubert und two Attendails.
Pand. Your mind is all as youthful as your blood.
Now hear me speak with a prophetic spirit;

Hub. Heat me these irons hot: and, look thou For even the breath of what I mean to speak

stand Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, Within the arras :: when I strike my foot Out of the path which shall directly lead

Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth; Thy foot to England's throne; and, therefore, mark. And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, John hath seiz'd Arthur; and it cannot be,

Fast to the chair: be heedful : hence, and watch. That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's veins,

1 Altend. I hope, your warrant will bear out The misplac'd John should entertain an hour,

the deed. One minute, nay, one quiet breath of rest : Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand,


(Exeunt Attendants. Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gáin'd: Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. And he, that stands upon a slippery, place,

Enter Arthur.
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him ip:
That John may stand, then Arthur needs inust fall; Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
So be it, for it cannot be but so.


Good morrow, little prince. Lew. But what shall I gain by young Arthur's Arth. As little prince (having so great à title fall?

To be more prince) as may be.You are sad. Pand, You, in the right of lady Blanch, your Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. wife,


Mercy on me! May then make all the claim that Arthur did. Methinks, nobody should be sad but I:

Yet, I remember, when I was in France, (!) Breathe. (2) Graceful, (3) Tapestry. Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,

us go;

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